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In my room I handed Bubbles the gift bag and we decided on 8:00 pm next Thursday night. In her room. This was the main event. I couldn't wait, her ass was just too sweet.
After breakfast Eve and I rushed down to Fulham Road holding hands. She was wearing those sexy shoes again. She missed church, but was still dolled up, in her Eve nerdy way -- except for the point high heeled shoes, which weren't nerdy by any means.
It was a beautiful day. Around the corner right as we merrily strode past St. Angel's, we met the little gang of demons - young boys. I'd seen them before many times. There were between six and twelve of them at any given time and they were all six to maybe twelve in age. Dirtballs. Wild little rascals, always having so much fun. I'd joke with them every time I saw them. I actually envied them.
"Get em!" they screamed as they ambushed us on the sidewalk. There were about eight or nine of them this time. They were carrying various length of rope, thick rope - tripping over themselves. I was quite an amusing sight. "Tie 'em up!" In a second they did. It was funny. Eve and I were bound standing on the sidewalk, arms around each other. I was surprised they could reach to get a loop around our necks.
"Kiss him! Kiss him!"
They're on my side! I love these kids.
"No way! No way! He's too gross and too ugly!" Eve was playing the part perfectly, twisting her face side to side as I tried to press forward, lips first.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!"
She was still wiggling in mock determination when our lips met. I pressed in, she softened up. Our tongues met. Her body shivered.
"Ohhh....gross!" they all ran away.
It wasn't gross. It was hot. I had both my hands on Eve's ass and my tongue down her throat. They were dozens of eyes on us I was sure. Her glasses were at an angle. Her eyes were rolling. She hung on to me tightly.
It didn't take long to shed the ropes. It was fun. My mind drifted as we continued towards the main drag...bondage...with this girl.
It was a busy week, we hardly saw each other. Eve and I slept together only one night. Finally Thursday came around. I had dinner on campus and made it home just in time to have shower and get myself upstairs. I had a bone the whole time. Actually, I had a bone all week. In fact I thought to myself, I had a bone for the last few months for this little piece of ass candy. I made my way upstairs.
The house was strangely silent. Then I heard murmurs and giggles inside Christa's bedroom. They're all in on this, whatever it is. One side of me was suspicious, the other half was flattered. I knocked on Bubbles' door. Christa's door opened and Eve walked out holding a black cowboy hat. She planted a big kiss on me and said "Are you ready?"
"I guess," was all I could say.
As she opened the door to Bubbles' room she said, "Take off all your clothes and put the hat on. Then wait." Then she leaned in, handed me the hat, gave me a hug and whispered into my ear, "Enjoy". I loved this girl.
Bubble's room was pink! All her pink towels were draped over everything. Over her bed, on the floor, hanging over the furniture, hanging from the walls. Pretty damn well everywhere except on the ceiling. The room was bright too, there were a lot of lights. On one side of her bed, right on the edge, there were a bunch of pillows, I guess, piled up so they were four foot high off the floor, covered in pink towel of course.
What the hell?
I undressed, tossing my clothes under the bed. I didn't want to spoil the pink atmosphere. I put on my cowboy hat as instructed and sat on the end of the bed next to this heap of pink draped pillows thinking, "What are they doing?"
Angela came in first. I stood up. She was dressed in jeans and a white western style shirt, she wore a cheesy red cowboy hat and held a bottle of bourbon in her hand , trying to contain her laughter. She pressed a button on Bubble's pink boogie box and Aaron Copland's 'Rodeo' started in the background. The whole situation was extraordinarily bizarre.
Ana was next. She wore jeans and western shirt too. She had on the same red, cheesy, cowboy hat. She had a bunch of shot glasses on a tray.
Ana was smirking and she poured the whisky into the shot glasses. Angela was trying to control her laughter. She wasn't doing a particular good job of it. Ana passed me a shot and said, "Drink up". I did. They gave me a second shot and I whacked that one back too.
Eve came into the room. She was dressed the same as the other two, also with the silly cowboy hat, but instead of running shoes as the other two had on, she had her high heels on. Oh boy, she was sexy in spite of the hat. After giving me a kiss, she sat down on the floor -- on the pink toweled floor -- and wrapped her arm around my leg, lightly scratching my balls from behind. My cock was twitching.
I was handed a third shot. The upbeat music was dancing in my head.
The door burst open. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Christa was holding Bubbles in some kind of noose contraption above her head. Christa looked like a vamp all dressed in black, holding onto a pink, animated fuck animal!
It wasn't a noose. It was a twisted pink and white scarf, tied around Bubble's head with the knot in her mouth. I was like a bridle and rein. It forced Bubbles' head to angle down a bit, neck straight up though. It looked a bit uncomfortable.
Bubbles was bouncing though as Christa held her by the rein. She was kicking wildly on a leash.
Bubbles' thin blond hair was braided together, high on her head, almost like a mohawk. I think it's called a French braid. Her blue eyes were accentuated with black mascara, as usual, except this time thicker. Her thick luscious lips with deep pink lipstick clenched down on the makeshift bit. It was almost a ball gag in her mouth.
Her tits! I'd never seen her tits before. They were beautiful. Small, but lovely, with puffy nipples. Her deep pink puffy areola crowned with even deeper pink,
fat
nipples. Her little tits were an amazing sight. They were perfectly proportioned on her tiny frame. Each tit was like the end slice off a softball, except not soft at all. The puffy areolas were huge in comparison, each perhaps a fifth in the total mass of each tit. The fat nipples sat on top, probably a fifth of the areola size. Perfect symmetry. My prick was hard.
